I guess I felt a little funny the next day. The nighttime skinny-dipping and my surrender to gay sex ran through my mind and into my dreams all night. I was still pondering it all in the morning.
Mike was the first man I had ever had sex with. His was the first cock I had put in my mouth. I found myself wondering just what this meant about me. Was I gay, or bi? I wasn't sure. I enjoyed fucking my girlfriend, but there was no denying I was definitely aroused by what had happened. I was amazingly turned-on while it happened, and even now I couldn't work up any regret. Confusion remained in my thoughts.
In the back of my mind, another issue was how submissive I had been in my encounter with Mike. I had knelt and sucked him off with great enthusiasm and swallowed his spunk gratefully. He never even offered to reciprocate, and it certainly didn't occur to me to ask him to. I had been curiously thrilled to hear myself admitting to him that I was "his little cocksucker". This seemed to have many further implications as well.
The next morning I had the day off. Around 9 in the morning I got a telephone call. I was surprised that it was Mike.
"I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed last night." Mike said in his cheerful way.
"Me too." I shyly admitted.
"Got any plans for the day?" he asked.
"Nothing much. I was going to do some laundry. Not much else."
"Good. Want to come over to my house?" His voice took on a slightly different tone. "Susie is out-of-town." He left that information hanging in the air, with what it might imply.
"Sure. Why not?" I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice.
"Great. Be here in an hour." He stated that as more of an order than a request. "Oh. Better bring what stuff you need to stay overnight."
When I heard that, I felt a strange erotic tingle. I don't know if I was more interested by the sexual possibilities, or the way Mike just took it for granted that I would comply with his orders.
In just under the required hour I was at Mike's door. He answered the door with a huge grin, and a twinkle in his devious blue eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, tight jeans, and barefoot. Even barefoot he stood easily six inches taller than me. The snug clothes only emphasized his long rangy physique, topped by his mop of thick black hair.
I stepped inside the doorway with my gym bag carrying a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Mike took the bag from me without saying a word. He reached over and set it on the floor. Turning back, he took my head in both his hands and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. My eyes got wide in surprise. (Why I was surprised I'm not sure, given our antics the previous night.) I drew a breath and he started a deep wet kiss, feeding me his long and agile tongue.
I enjoyed the hell out of this, kissing him back. He pulled me into his embrace and his big strong hands began to roam all over me as we fell deeper into an almost unending kiss. I felt like I was melting into him, and this time I didn't have the excuse of being stoned, like last night. I was intoxicated, but it was by the sheer eroticism of the experience.
Mike left arm wrapped around me possessively and pulled me into him even more strongly. His hand gripped my ass cheek and kneaded it with passion. He whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you are again, babygirl…"
I looked him in the eye and smiled. There was no doubt in my mind.
"Mike, I'm your little cocksucker." I looked down, feeling a strangely demur.
"That's right, babygirl." Mike grinned. "You are my own little cocksucking bitch, aren't you?" I nodded. He kissed me deeply and fed me his tongue. I moaned in pleasure
Still kissing me and stroking my hair, Mike walked me over to the living room couch. His big hand kept gripping my rear end.
"Now I want you to prove what you are, baby." He released me and sat down on the couch.
"Strip for me, Gary." Mike ordered.